Jack had completed his preparations. It was time to take a wife.
He sat in the swing chair on his newly finished porch and stared out at the dry dusty land that surrounded his homestead. The burnt reds and oranges of the soil didn't look like they could support life at all but Jack knew that the rainy season would bring a riot of colour and fertility to this little place in the outback. His property was miles from civilization -- a frightening prospect for most people but completely normal for him. Jack had grown up on a cattle station not much different from this one. He'd been raised by his father after his mother died in childbirth. He had no brothers or sisters and had been home schooled so he rarely came into contact with other people.
His father was a quiet man but Jack felt that he had raised him well and had instilled all of his morals and beliefs into his only son. His father now had a new wife and Jack was glad that he had moved out of his childhood home so that they had the space and privacy to iron out the kinks in their blossoming relationship.
The house was lonely at night. Jack had spent every waking minute getting everything ready for his bride-to-be and now that he was finished, he found himself listening to the nocturnal animals, watching spiders make their webs and fantasizing about what it would be like to take a woman to his bed for the very first time. Excitement rippled through him -- tomorrow he would complete the 5 hour drive to the nearest town and become a husband.
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A wave of heat hit Beth as she stepped out of the comfortably air conditioned shop. She laughed with her friends as they crossed the road to the diner, laden down with new clothes which they couldn't wait to show off. Beth's eye was caught by the man sitting in the beaten up old Holden Ute parked further down the road. She didn't recognize him. Strangers in this small town were a rarity and she would definitely remember this man if she'd seen him before. His body gave her so much information -- his beautiful brown skin told her that he worked outside, the strong muscles in the arm that rested on the open window revealed that he worked manually and his posture oozed control and confidence. But the most startling piece of data came from his eyes -- he wanted her.
Beth felt her stomach flip. Men had looked at her with lust in their eyes before but this was something deeper, meaner. She hurried into the diner and sat with her back to the window determined to put his image out of her mind. She focused on the conversation and laughed along with her friend's jokes but she couldn't help peeking over her shoulder every now and then to see if he was still looking. He was.
Jack had found his bride-to-be within minutes of pulling into town. It must have been fate. He knew she was 'the one' the second he laid eyes on her. His soon to be wife was smaller than him but not fragile. Jack admired her strong, shapely legs encased in tight jeans. He noticed her child bearing hips that swelled into a firm round backside. She was no stranger to the sun and her nose had a few freckles that only accentuated her natural beauty. She had a trim waist that he was sure he could almost encircle with his large hands and a full bust that threatened the buttons on her knotted shirt. Jack took all of these things in with a glance but what really held his attention was her smile and tinkling laugh which sounded like music. She was his intended and tonight they would honeymoon together in their new home.
Jack watched as she ate with her friends. He was glad she had this final opportunity to be with them -- this would be her leaving party. She was aware of him and he was pleased to see that she couldn't go 2 minutes without reassuring herself that he was still there. Already so dependant. The sun began to sink into the horizon and Jack blessed the cover of darkness for the task ahead of him. When she finally emerged from the diner, she glanced nervously at him as she climbed into her friend's car. Jack smiled to himself -- she was worried he wouldn't follow. He had lots of time to make her believe that he would always keep her in his sight, safe and sound.
He kept his distance not wanting to crowd her friend and when the car stopped to let her out, Jack tried to stay out of sight. Once his future bride had waved goodbye to her friend, she turned towards her front door and began searching for her keys. Jack quickly swung the ute into the driveway and leapt out.
Beth was so startled that she dropped her bags.
"Who are you? What do you want?" she asked angrily. She'd backed into the door automatically but now she was scanning around looking for escape routes. Beth kicked herself -- she knew there was something fishy about this guy, why hadn't she been more careful?
Jack knew he had to work fast - there would be time for explanations later. This was the part he had been dreading. Not enough force and she could escape, too much force and he could do her permanent injury or worse. He reached into the bed of the ute and pulled out the bat. Beth briefly froze when she saw it before her survival instincts took over and she began to run. Jack was quicker. Before she knew it, he had brought the bat down onto the back of her head and the ground rose up to meet her. Her last conscious thought had been to scream but the air had been knocked from her lungs by the impact of the fall.
Jack gathered her into his arms and gently lifted her into the ute. He swiftly picked up her bags before throwing them into the bed and then climbed in himself. Then Jack reached for the sleeping girl and examined her head. There was a bump but no blood and her breathing was even. Jack let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. The signs were good but he continued praying she would be alright. He tied her hands with a soft strip of material and then did the same with her ankles. He fastened the seat belt around her and tried to sit her as comfortably as possible in the seat next to him. He listened to her steady breathing again for a few seconds before the ute rumbled to life and he began the long journey home with his prize.
The fog lifted and Beth began to stir. She'd been jolted awake by the rough ground under the wheels and the shot suspension of the ancient truck. Her head hurt and she knew opening her eyes would make it worse. She had registered that her feet and hands were tied and focused on staying calm -- she didn't know what this guy was capable of yet. Another harsh bump in the road jerked her aching head around and she let out an involuntary moan.
"How's your head?" Jack asked. He'd gone off road a couple of hours ago so there would be no road signs for her to read. He knew this land like the back of his hand and even in the dark he was confident he wouldn't get lost. Beth stiffened at his voice and slowly opened her eyes. She glared at her captor and tried to keep her cool.
"Let. Me. Go." Beth said evenly.
"Nah. Can't do that sweetheart. I know you're angry with me at the moment but you'll get over it. We're gonna be very happy together, you'll see. What's your name?" Jack had seen the fire in her eyes and was secretly pleased -- his dad had told him that a woman with a temper is a woman with passion and he couldn't wait to bring that side out in her.
"What do you want with me?" Beth asked ignoring his question.